Put a gun barrel to my head,
I'd sell my soul for you
Pull me down, to the depths
Shoot me with all your anger

In 3 days, its the day
The day i grow older
The day we all dread
At somepoint in life
I dont like this day
Like i really should
For i find that thinking
Dark, wary thoughts
Is the one thing for me
So then
Happy birthday me
have a great time
You're one year
Closer to your demise

My wings are clipped,
My freedom up and gone,
But my flame hasnt burned out yet
And i will keep it close
Until my fires grown